Barren

I wasn't born to do the things I do There isn't such a thing as fate to enlighten Barren from the start of times before I knew Yet filled mindlessly like an unfinished dream to awaken I was a fool to ever believe in fate Clearly because we resent to moments only after If all matters are fated, why won't we wait? No more need we improve for wanting to be better As said fool to leave all to time I was already a past in moments fading to live Have I solace indulging with glasses of wine? For the fairytales I worship thyself to believe... To believe in fate is alike to believing a god When no more can we explain our actions independently Simply what we do in life determines what we got It never even is a probable fate that'll aid us indefinitely I was made to do the things I do Questioning the unknown, living the dream and smitten Barren from the start till the ending reel I am myself without fate... awoken